Date: Fri, 28 Dec 2001 15:49:13 -0800 (PST)
From: Vince Usher
Subject: Midnight Fantasy
This is a gay fantasy story, all of what happens is purely fictitious, and
in no way represents the sexuality of the straight friend of mine in the
story.
If you are under the age of 18, or it is illegal to read stories of an
adult sexual nature, go away.
Anyway, on with the story...
Midnight Fantasy
I should probably tell you about the people involved.
Vince: That's me. I'm 6' tall, and weigh about 192lbs. I have dark brown
eyes (Gary says they are very sexy) and hair that is black at the moment. I
am gay, and am very experienced.
Gary: One of my best friends. He is about 5' 9" tall, and weighs about
176lbs. He is well toned, and works out quite often, but not so much as to
make him really muscled. He has greyish eyes and short blonde hair with a
light frosting of colour on the tips. He wears glasses, and a lot of people
say he isn't too attractive, but I think he is... I don't know what exactly
it is, but he just makes me feel great when I'm around him. He has a nice
smile, and just makes me want to be with him forever. Just talking to him
makes me smile.
The scene: The fantasy/story takes place in a hot tub, or large bathtub. I
can't really get past the tub, but for a more "real" story, I'll set the
rest of the scene. The hot tub sits in the middle of a tiled room, the
tiles have a soft hint of terracotta, giving the area a warm feel, and the
floor is tiled with large marble slabs. There are large mirrors on all four
walls, so that you can see every angle of yourself whilst in the tub.
The dream starts the same, every night. I walk into the bathroom, and push
the plug into the tub. Turning the hot tap on, I watch as a waterfall of
steaming hot water cascades into the tub. Grabbing the nearby bubble bath,
I pour two or three large drops into the torrent of water.
As the room slowly begins to fill with steam, I twist the cold tap to cool
down the water.
There is a gentle knock on the door, so soft and delicate you could easily
miss it if the wind were blowing, but it isn't. Everything is still around
the room.
In walks Gary, in his usual outfit. It's always the same in the dream, I
don't know why; I have seen him in sexier clothes. He wears his blue
tracksuit bottoms, and his white tracksuit top. He isn't wearing his
glasses, and he smiles at me.
He never speaks, nor do I.
He starts to slowly undress, teasing me by pulling down the zip on his top
slowly. He reveals his soft, precious skin of first his chest, then his
stomach. He is relatively hairless, with just a delicate whisper of hair on
his treasure trail.
He then moves on to his trousers, lowering them inch by inch, revealing
more and more of his treasure trail. He pulls the down further, and I
realise he is not wearing any underwear, and I catch my first glimpse of
his cock, with it's delicious thatch of hair.
He pulls them further still, revealing his strong footballers legs, with
their light dusting of hair. He tosses the trousers to the corner.
I am standing there silent as he walks over, and pulls the cord fastening
my gown shut, and it drops to the floor from my shoulders, revealing all at
once my pierced nipples, and my stomach.
We both turn, and step into the tub, our skin touching every now and again,
sending a spark of sexual energy between us. We lower ourselves into the
welcoming hot water.
The taps are off now, but no one has turned them off. The steam gives the
room serenity like those found in fantasy films. The scent of soft gentle
forest pine is in the air.
We soak in the tub, gently caressing each other, moving our hands across
each other's hot wet bodies.
He turns his back to me, and I soap his back up, washing and gently
massaging him. The suds are everywhere, and he turns so I can focus on his
front. I begin massaging his chest, paying special attention to his
nipples, so soft, yet hard. The soap and water combines to make his chest
glisten in the soft light of the room.
He takes my hands off his chest, and turns me round, repaying the favour I
did him, massaging my back, shoulders and neck as he soaps me up.
His hands wander under the water and he gently rubs his hands across my ass
cheeks. His hands move around from my back to trace a light pattern across
my sides.
He gently massages, turning me around. I reach for him and begin massaging
his body too, rolling his nipples in my fingers.
We lean into each other, our lips ready to touch, to steal a kiss in this
paradise...
I hear a feint buzzing. I move closer to him, our lips almost touching...
And then I wake up. It was all a dream. I feel disappointed, let down. I
want to kiss him, our lips to touch, to feel his tongue in my mouth, to
taste him. But alas, it is not meant to be.
As usual, comments or whatever to Vinush@yahoo.com